Share A Diet Coke With A Polar Bear?

Yesterday, I went to my favorite Chinese restaurant. That’s not so unusual. I am, after all, my parents’ only Asian son. But it was an unusual restaurant visit in that I didn’t get to eat.

I got to the restaurant shortly after opening and was shown to a seat. The owner came by, took my order and left. A few minutes later, the waitress came to my table and told me they couldn’t make any food because their gas was turned off.

Is not looking for a soda. (image public domain)

So, yesterday, I went to my second favorite Chinese restaurant. This one is a carry-out joint with a few tables and a system for remembering to pay their gas bill. I got a Diet Coke with my lunch and grabbed a seat.

Understanding What A Polar Bear Does

These bears are not the cuddly creatures that Coca-Cola has turned them into for marketing purposes. Sure, other bears are dangerous, but polar bears are serious about their meat.You won’t see them picking berries or stealing picnic baskets.

Polar bears are bad-asses. How bad? Here is a picture of three of them who’ve caught a nuclear submarine and yanked it through the ice. Examine the photo and recognize the level of the badness this species has achieved.

What happened after this is too horrible to be published here. (image public domain)

Consider where these bears live. They’re way up north where nothing else lives but seals and submarines. It’s freezing up there. Do you really think they want a cold beverage? No. If a polar bear is thirsty, it will just drink whatever it can wring out of your still warm carcass.

And don’t even get me started on carbonation. Even if you manage to get the bear to understand that you’ve brought a refreshing beverage and can explain the idea of drinking out of a bottle, the bubbles are going to freak the bear out. The last thing you want on your hands is a freaked out polar bear.

Polar Bears And The Gas Company. Neither Cares.

Can you name the last thing a person who freaks out a polar bear sees? Neither can I, and I’m damned sure going to keep it that way.

So here’s my suggestion. Don’t go wandering the arctic offering to share beverages with bears. They neither understand nor appreciate the gesture; sharing is a foreign concept to them.

Instead, stay home. Have some hot chocolate, maybe with a shot of orange or maybe those little marshmallows.

And pay your utility bills. The gas company doesn’t care that your won-ton soup is great and it cured my last cold. They want their money and they’ll wring it out of your carcass. Or maybe cut your gas off at lunch time.

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